It’s a line from La Bamba. And it doesn’t need to be mentioned how fucking sexy Lou Diamond Philips is as Ritchie Valens.
Screwed? I’m starting to feel like a blow up doll full of semen.
Blued? I smoked a Winfield Blue. Pretty boring compared to my regular choice of Marlboro Reds.
Tattooed? I’d never get one. But […]
I am not only macrocosmically isolated, but I’m also alone in my own personal world.
We’re always told that by being loyal and supportive to those around us, they will do the same for us.
I am currently at a most crucial time of need, and I am left abandoned by everyone I am good to.
I’m numb […]
Tonight is the Bradfield Visual Arts/Design & Technology exhibition. By complete coincidence, my cute little Muppet ‘Haylo’ is displayed opposite to Tom’s range of severed limbs. Total juxtaposition, right?
It’s times like these that I wish I was still at Ku-Ring-Gai. Their art exhibitions could be compared to the Museum of Contemporary Art. They take months to […]
Okay, so perhaps it wasn’t the crack of dawn. But I had just woken up in my own bed to have Tom staring at me.
“You look like complete shit.” he says to me.
I wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth and attempt to flattern down my ‘Wreck of the Hesperus’ hair. My bloodshot […]
Flaws I’ve found with Blade Runner:
There’s an advertisement for Atari. Who the hell would still be buying Atari’s in the year 2019?!
The televisions are cathode ray tubed. And they’re analogue signal too.
Smoking is allowed indoors. We’ll just ignore the fact that in Los Angeles now, smoking on the streets is now banned.
Ceiling fans. Is Tyrell […]